Ginny Weasley is in her 6th year at Hogwarts and is finding it harder and harder to be herself with her over-protective brother Ron and also must deal with her long time crush on Harry. Just read it already!

"Ginny I need to talk
to you," Ron called from the couch in the common room as I tried to
creep past to the stairs. I cringed and slowly turned around.

"Yes, Ron?" I asked
sweetly as I could as I walked over to the couch, hands folded behind
my back.

"Where the hell have
you been? It's nearly two in the morning!" Ron yelled, standing
up in a flurry and waving his arms around.

"That's really none
of you business now is it Ronald!" I yelled back, putting my hands
on my hips. Doesn't he understand I can take care of myself?

"You were with that
Rigald boy again, weren't you!" Ron accused pointing his finger
in my face, his ears growing redder by the minute. I just gave him a
look before turning to walk away.

"You were! Ginny this
has to stop, he's bad news." Ron said, making me turn back around
in anger.

"You don't even
know him, Ron! And don't you dare tell me what to do!" I yelled,
meeting Ron's glare with one of my own.

"I know enough about
him to know that he isn't good enough for you. If he was such a
great guy, you wouldn't be sneaking behind my back to meet him and
not coming back until the wee hours of the morning!" Ron said,
crossing his large arms across his chest. God how I hated those arms;
these arms that have scared so many guys away from me.

"Why don't you just
leave me alone and let me live MY life as I please!" I said through
clenched teeth, trying to calm myself down.

"I can't do that
Ginny when you're out there making a fool of yourself," Ron said
so calmly that it pissed me off more then to what he actually said.

"How dare you. How
fucking dare you!" I screamed, all the while aware of the sound of
feet scrambling down the staircases.

"Ginny, I'm only
trying to protect you!" Ron yelled as Hermione and Harry came
bursting through a crowd of people.

"What the hell is
going on down here?" Hermione asked, looking form Ron to me.

"Ron here is trying
to tell me how I should live my life," I snapped, never taking my
eyes off Ron.

"I already told you,
I'm only trying to protect you. I don't need you to become some
type of floozy," Ron said, waving his arms around again.

"Ron!" Hermione
gasped, stepping in front of me, as if shielding me from his hurtful
words.

"What? With the way
she is acting these days, it is only a matter of time. And as her
older brother, it's my job to protect her!" Ron explained to
Hermione.

"Maybe you should
leave me to make my own choices!" I yelled moving back in front of
Hermione.

"You're not capable
of making your own choices Ginny. If you were, we wouldn't be
having this conversation right now," Ron said coolly.

"I hate you," I
said barely above a whisper, looking down at the floor.

"What?" Ron asked.

"I HATE YOU!" I
yelled, looking into his hurt eyes, before shoving past everyone to
make a mad dash for the stairs.

I burst into the girl's
lavatory, crying harder then I ever had before. I know all to well
what people say about me. How I used to be such a good girl, now look
at me. Truth is I never really changed. What actually happened was
Draco Malfoy thought it would be funny to start a nasty rumor about
me and some nameless guys, and everyone believed it, even Ron. Well
almost everyone; I still had Hermione and Harry.

Harry, God he is
perfect. From his shaggy black hair to he beautiful green eyes. I've
always like him since I first laid eyes on him at the train station
Ron's first year, but now the feeling runs so much deeper.
Nevertheless, I don't think he'll ever know me more then Ron's
little sister. Especially with all the other girls dying to get his
attention.

"Ginny?" Hermione's
soft voice asked through the doorway.

"Yeah, come in," I
said trying to wipe away the mascara running down my face.

"Hey sweetie, are you
alright?" she asked, pulling her silky red robe around her, before
sitting on the floor next to me.

"Peachy-fucking-keen,"
I said sniffling and rolling my eyes.

"Oh sweetie, I know
Ron can be such a meathead sometimes and a real jerk most of the
time, but he's only trying to look out for you." Hermione said,
brushing my hair out of my face.

"More like trying to
control every aspect of my life," I sighed, pushing her hand away.

"Actually I think he
finally realized that you're growing up, becoming a woman, and it
scares him," Hermione said knowingly.

"Well it's about
damn time the bugger noticed," I said shaking my head.

"This whole thing is
really stupid. You and Ron need to sit down and discuss this like
adults," Hermione said standing back up and brushing off her robe.

"Yeah, like that will
every happen," I said pushing myself off the ground and walking
over to the sink to wash my face off.

"You guys are family,
you shouldn't be fighting all the time like this," Hermione said,
placing her hands over her heart. Sometimes she's just so pure that
it makes you want to throw up.

"Herms do you have
any siblings?" I asked leaning against the sink.

"No, you know that,"
Hermione said with a light laugh.

"Then you really
shouldn't be giving me advise about mine," I snapped before
walking out of the bathroom, leaving the shocked Hermione behind me.

I hated behind mean to
Hermione, I really did. She is my best friend after all, but right
now would not be the best time to get on my nerves. And she tends to
do that from time to time, with her outstanding grades and pure and
good-natured attitude.

I walked into the 6th
year dorms and a noticeable hush came over the other girls who were
all gathered around one bed. They all turned and looked at me as if I
were going to explode again.

"What?" I snapped
at them and they all shook their heads and turned away. Whatever,
fuck them.

I climbed into my bed,
aware that they were staring at me again, and shut the curtains
around my bed.

The next morning I woke
to Hermione prodding me with her finger and saying my name repeatedly
in my ear.

"What do you want?"
I asked groggily, turning over in hopes of her leaving me alone.

"It's noon, time to
get up," Hermione said, pouncing on my bed.

"Herms, it's
Saturday!" I groaned, covering my head with my blanket.

"Yes, I know, but you
need to get up," Hermione said, shaking me vigorously.

"But why?" I
whined, curling myself up into the fetal position.

"Because I said so,"
Hermione said, snapping my blankets away from me and pulling back my
curtains so the light streamed over my face.

"Fine, I'm up, I'm
up," I said, sitting up in surrender. Hermione hated when anybody
slept past noon, she said it was a total waste of a day. Uh huh,
right.

"Good, now get
dressed and meet me in the common room so we can discuss that potions
paper you wrote. It needs a little help," Hermione said cheerfully,
before leaving me alone to get dress. Of course, leave it to Hermione
to ruin my dream with Johnny Depp for homework.

I contemplated going
back to bed, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before she
came back up here to get me. So with another groan, I rolled out of
bed and grabbed quick shower before I put on my red and black plaid
skirt, black tank top and my black hooker boots. I also slipped on my
"sleeve" of jelly bracelets as Hermione called it, and pulled my
'I heart Witchcraft' arm band up by my elbow. Finally I trudged
myself over to the mirror so I could come out my long, red hair and
put on my dark "rocker" make-up, as Hermione liked to put it. I'm
into a punk-rock phase right now as you can tell.

"About time,"
Hermione sighed as I slowly walked down the staircase.

"What?" I asked, as
I slumped into a chair.

"I don't see why
you need to spend so much time getting ready," Hermione said
shaking her head. She of course was wearing a simple jeans and
tweed-jacket combo and her face was make-up free.

"Sorry I like to be
different," I said, twirling my hair around my index finger. I bad
habit of mine.

"Whatever, lets just
get started on this paper," Hermione said, putting a smile back on
her face and getting her correcting quill ready.

About half an hour and
two parchments later, Hermione was finally satisfied with my paper.

"Her girls, what's
up?" Harry asked, coming through the portrait hole all muddy from a
slack quidditch game no less.

Harry laughed and shook
his hair out of his eyes. I could not help but stare.

"Well if you'll
excuse me, I must get to the library and work on my Transfiguration
essay." Hermione said, grabbing her book bag and walking out
through the portrait hole left open by Harry.

"That paper isn't
due until next week," Harry said almost to himself.

"Well you know
Hermione, 'Procrastinators are only looking for trouble'," I
said, imitating Hermione's voice, making Harry laugh. I tried to
look calm and collected, but my stomach was doing summersaults at the
fact he was sitting on the couch, mere inches from me, and no Ron and
Hermione were around to bother us.

"Why thank you," I
said, giving a small bow. I have been known to do really good
imitations of people. What can I say, it is a gift.

"Bugger I'm tired,"
Harry sighed, laying his head back against the couch.

"Yeah well, you
didn't wake up to Hermione pouncing on you," I said, twirling my
hair.

"No, I had Ron,"
Harry said, shaking his head, then looking at my face to see my
reaction at the name Ron.

"You mean the freak
who feels the need to control everyone's life?" I asked, rolling
my eyes.

"I know some of the
things he said were pretty harsh, but I know he's just trying to
look out for you. I mean if I had a little sister, I'd probably
feel the same way," Harry said, sitting up, and resting his elbows
on his knees.

"Whatever," I said,
"I'll forgive him as soon as he says sorry."

"Good and I'll make
sure he does," Harry said, with his ever so cute smile.

"Yeah, great," I
said as I kept crossing, un-crossing, and re-crossing my legs.

"Hey how about I get
cleaned up and I take you down for a late lunch," Harry said,
standing up and giving me a wink.

"Um, yeah, okay," I
said as my heart began to flutter.

"Great! See you in a
few," Harry said, going up the boy's staircase.

"Yes!" I cheered as
soon as I knew he was out of earshot. I get to have lunch with Harry,
by myself! Could life get any better?

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